Sometimes I remember those old days,

Days of neglect and the novel ways….

Stood in line and waited in frays,

Dimmed, damned but didn’t let go the craze,

Although today I have come of age,

But somewhere inside the youth still plays.

The bandwidth was limited then,

It’s only today I’ve come across the Zen…

My brain wouldn’t process the hymn,

The heart would only beat ...

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